hope this is to ur liking anon.. i'd been meaning to get back to office au ^_^

“Hey, you’re trembling.”

Souji peeked up at Minato from under his fringe with his pretty round eyes, bottom eyelashes curled against his ruddy cheeks. The glasses perched on his nose had only fogged up a bit from the heat generating between them. He wasn’t even that flustered, and had he been anywhere else he may have even looked normal.

But he wasn’t anywhere else. He was on his knees under Minato’s desk with his lips shiny and swollen with spit, a loose grip around Minato’s dick in his hand that was beginning to drive him a little crazy. He pulled off right when Minato was about to finish and his body was mourning the loss of contact with his mouth.

Souji’s hand moved towards the tip, rubbing his palm against the flushed head gently. Too gently. Minato needed it a little harder, a little faster, but he knew that wasn’t Souji’s way of doing things. Especially— unfortunately— when it came to sex.

“Does it feel that good?” he asked, and the question was innocuous enough. Souji had admitted at some point that he hadn’t done this very often, so he looked for reassurance. Minato won’t lie: it was attractive. Cute, even. Learning how timorous this perfect guy was when it came to simple pleasures like this was a genuine, delightful surprise.

He was a quick learner, though. Absurdly quick.

Souji’s other hand left his thigh to wrap around the base, still keeping that loose grip. He was playing with him with two hands in two different places, top and bottom and all of it was just too soft. Minato gripped one of the arm rests to his chair tight.

“Yeah, can you just—” he sucked in a breath when Souji’s lips touched the head of his cock, hips twitching against the touch to entice him to actually suck, “yeah, c’mon, just…”

His tongue flattened against the underside, leaving his mouth open just a little wider but so much more obscene. His dick gave an involuntary twitch and pre leaked down onto Souji’s tongue.
Minato spoke as if he’d just taken a punch to the gut. “Stop being a tease, Seta.”

His junior licked his lips as he pulled away for a moment. “What happened to using first names when we’re alone?” He scooched closer against Minato’s lap to mouth along the length of him while the hand around the base drifted further south. The same featherlight touch splayed over his balls, drawing another choked gasp out of the man’s mouth. As if emboldened by his reaction, his hand set to massaging the coarse skin.

Minato would call him any name he wanted at that moment. Souji had him right where he wanted him, alone in his department, melted down to putty at his desk where no one can see but him.

“We’re still in the office, senpai,” murmured Souji, “we need to be quiet.”

Minato was halfway through a smart quip he barely had the mind to say when Souji’s mouth finally wrapped around him, pushing him down into his throat in one go and his voice deliquesced into a shameless moan. Had anyone been in the office, they would have turned their heads at the sound of it. Wanton and debauched and it was all because of the perfect, hot mouth swallowing him whole.

He scrambled to cover his own mouth, reaching for Souji’s head to grip. Soft strands made way for his nails to dig into his scalp, but Minato made no move to force his head in any direction. Souji had already begun to move and he was just trying to hang on to the last shred of coherency in his pleasure soaked brain.

Souji set both of his hands onto Minato’s thighs to spread him that much further, lewd wet noises making up for the space Minato’s voice couldn’t reach. Sloppy, Minato would say if he could properly string together a sentence. Souji was taking him so wonderfully but he was making such a mess, drinking down the combination of spit and pre just to help Minato along a little faster. Pretty, perfect Souji on his knees, between his senior’s legs, trying his hardest to make sure his cock hit the back of his throat with every bob of his head.

Minato whimpered his name between his fingers over and over, stuck on the two little syllables the more he went on. He wouldn’t last much longer like this. The hand buried in his hair smoothed over towards the side of head, eyes following his every move. His glasses sat uneven on his face, knocked out of place from where his nose bumped into his lap while fat tears gathered at the corners of his eyes. He was trying so hard.

It was more than enough. Minato tapped his head frantically, a signal between them for him to stop, and grabbed himself to position just where he wanted. Souji’s chest heaved as he looked up at him, a gorgeous little mess right under his desk, pink and porcelain and silver. He was gasping for breath but nodded when Minato pulled him closer by the hair, hardly flinching when he spilled all over his face. Thick and milky and white landed on his lips, across his nose and onto his glasses until it was dripping off of the frames.

They both physically slumped, Minato against his chair and Souji against his senior’s thigh. Minato carded his hand through Souji’s hair as they caught their breath, brushing it up and out of his eyes to avoid the sticky mess on his glasses.

Souji huffed a laugh. “You got it on my glasses.”

Maybe he’d been aiming for them subconsciously. There was just something about those glasses on him. Made him look so put-together. So tempting to take apart.

He reached to slip them off his face. “Sorry. Bad aim.”

“Yeah. I’m sure.”

Minato set them on his desk with a little grimace before reaching for a few tissues next to his monitor. He cupped Souji’s cheek with one hand as he set about wiping him up. There was just a bit that wound up on his nose and cheek. The rest Souji had licked clean off his lips. “Less mess when you swallow.”

Souji’s cheeks dimpled in his hand as he smiled. “I’ll keep that in mind, senpai.”

“How long are you gonna keep calling me that?” Minato rolled his chair back to let Souji climb out from under his desk. The younger man stretched his arms over his head and rubbed at his knees, undoubtedly sore from where he was on the ground for the past half hour. “We’re not in the same department.”

“You’re still my senior,” said Souji, “Does it bother you?”

Minato hummed, hooking a finger through one of his belt loops to bring closer. He pulled him onto his lap, wrapping his arms around his waist to press his lips to the hollow of his throat. “Nope. I like hearing it from you.”

Souji shivered under his touch. “You— wanna keep going?”

“Yeah,” Minato glanced at the empty space on his desk, knowing Souji would follow, “I think I should spoil my kōhai a little.”